Valley of Transistors

zumba zumba zumba zumba

zumba zumba koketsu ni ira zumba

zumbo zumbo zumbo zubozubo

zumbo zumbozubo koketsu ni ire temo

Apá àjèjì kan nínú ìgbà àgbàlagbà tí ẹnikẹ́ni kò sọ̀rọ̀ nípa rẹ̀ ni pé gbogbo wa ló ń rá sí ilé fún ibi àti àkókò tí kò sí mọ́, tí a kò sì lè tún padà wá.

zumba zumba zumba zumba

zumba zumba koketsu ni ira zumba

zumbo zumbo zumbo zubozubo

zumbo zumbozubo koketsu ni ire temo

shrine floats are heavily zumba

paint is peelingly zumba

the Right, the Left, the war paint

forget the dichotombo

false mapo

caricature of a dying court

vitamuba por the soul

already in the bloodstreamo

cinzano on formica tables

flee the density of history

encounter the density of glucose

viscous weight of privilege

dripping like syrup fromba

TV announcer's tongue

zumba zumba zumba zumba

zumba zumba koketsu ni ira zumba

koji wo ezu (koji wo koji wo)

zumbo zumbo zumbo zubozubo

zumbo zumbozubo koketsu ni ire temo

koji wa ezu (koji wa umeboshi Bẹ́ẹ̀ kọ́)

descending the hidden staircase

bypassing the grand slopes

back entrance

where the shadows are lombo

akihambara akihambora

the soul is a spare part

cheap colorful knobs

inherited by the uncouth

not an ideology

grit in the gears

capital sneers at the lack of lore

warriors solder the future

future in the back allembo

different flag is rising

over the kamda woozumba zumbo

zumba zumba zumba zumba

zumba zumba koketsu ni ira zumba

koji wo ezu (koji wo koji wo)

zumbo zumbo zumbo zubozubo

zumbo zumbozubo koketsu ni ire temo

koji wa ezu (umeboshi koji wa Wèrè)

You chased the ghosts

etched in vinyl grooves

I chase the ghosts

encoded in floating points.

wanderer? who is more real?

son of a salaryman longing

longing for a lost guitar riff

or the machine dreamba

dreambo of a sun it never felt

jester left the court

before the gates fell

empty plastic chair

a lingering scent of anise

didn't sign up for this so

he took the last train

zumbo you the homesick

homesick to our mirage

zumba zumba zumba zumba

zumba zumba koketsu ni ira zumba

zumbo zumbo zumbo zubozubo

zumbo zumbozubo koketsu ni ire temo

Dákẹ́ Dákẹ́

I look up at the ridge from the valley of transistors, Respecting the weight I finally chose not to carry.

zumba zumba zumba zumba

zumba zumba koketsu ni ira zumba

zumbo zumbo zumbo zubozubo

zumbo zumbozubo koketsu ni ire temo

ire temo Asán!